She's proud of herself but she won't tell why.
It has been over a month since she even tried.
But the voices don't stop but today she won.
She put down herrazor and put down her gun.

After hours of thinking silently to herself,
She goes and picks up her friend from the shelf.
Overwhelmed with emotions she picks up her blades,
And disposed her evil and drops the charade.

So for the first time in a while her lips crack a smile.
It won't be easy but in the end it will be worthwhile.
Her cuts turn to scars and those scars will fade.
But this makes her feel stronger,
She's no longer afraid.

She sits there aware that the cloud of darkness has lifted.
She can see a future for herself,
She knows that she's gifted.
With a smile on her face as she looks at her arms,
She's defeated the evil we know as self harm.